Word War 2

Sore hands…

As you push them away…

No answer…

You don’t know what to say…

That’s your answer…

I understand now…

Kicking and screaming in my head like…

A damn child…

Feeling denied…

My care about denied…

My where abouts denied…

My sweet approach denied…

I wrote a check…

You bounced…

You make me feel like I’m threatening…

Shot me down…

Shot me down…

I bleed out of my aching heart…

10 hours later when…

Your words finnaly set in…

I’ll never forget…

“I don’t love you…”

“And I never can…”

Laughing as I died inside…

It said ok…

I overstand why…

I didn’t…

To be truthful…

Then my next text…

She didn’t reply to…

For 4 days…

I sandwiched myself in between my…

Comforter, sheets and a dead beat…

Care…

Ran off…

I always snap back though…

Right back to reality…

Of why I will never love again…

I’ve felt waaaaayyyyy….!

Better sence…

Thank you…

You’ve created my greatest gift…

Of the inner knowledge that people ain’t shit…

πŸ˜‚πŸ‘

 

5 thoughts on “Word War 2

  1. As usual, Christopher, you’ve aimed for the blood and the bone, and found your mark. I wrote a poem once about a relationship like this. Well, several poems. It’s the drama, you know, the unrequited screaming for love. For me, I think it was a transference. My mother had no love and I made this woman, unconsciously, into my mother. Inside myself I wept like a baby. Very powerful, Christopher. It’s a special territory that not everyone will understand. You’re a brave artist.

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